The white light that bloomed on Luo Sha's chest disappeared in the next moment, and the ensuing scene shocked hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers.

I saw Luo Sha's figure fly out upside down, and he retreated sharply in mid-air for several zhang before stopping.

Luo Sha's face was pale at the moment, and there was an obvious trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, obviously he had suffered a lot of internal injuries.

"Before that epiphany-like sword qi hit me, I had obviously raised nearly eight success forces to block it, but in the end I was still injured by it, could it be that this little girl's strength is actually above me, impossible, impossible. ”

Luo Sha was extremely flustered at the moment, and for the first time in his life, he had doubts about his strength.

However, on the other side, after Li Yinmeng saw that he had won a blow, his face finally showed joy.

Many Shangwutang disciples applauded one after another, sparing no effort to praise Li Yinmeng's strength. What is unfathomable, invincible, heroine, unparalleled in the world and other rhetoric emerges endlessly.

Xuan Yu and the other four also showed a look of relief when they saw this scene, thinking that this battle had finally taken a major turn, and a ray of light rose from everyone's hearts.

"Little girl, I did underestimate you. It's the first time since I was born that someone can hurt me. But I warn you not to rejoice too soon. I have a principle that whoever makes me feel angry, I will break it to the bone. And you, you've touched my bottom line. ”

Luo Sha was now gritting his teeth with hatred for Li Yinmeng, and when he said this, his face was as hideous as a ghost, although his expression was blocked under the cloak, but the anger that overflowed his body could be easily detected.

"Anyway, you must decide the winner today, why do you want to release these meaningless cruel words. Li Yinmeng's face was calm, completely unaffected by the murderous aura that was steaming around Luo Sha.

"Since I've taken your move, it's my turn to make a move. ”

After saying that, Luo Sha's figure suddenly moved, and he quickly attacked Li Yinmeng, raised his two arms high, and roared loudly in his mouth: "Huangquan, Biluo, show up, and cut all obstacles for me." ”

In the raised fists, two dazzling rays of light suddenly flashed, and gradually extended and changed, finally revealing their true form.

It was two ghost-headed knives, one turquoise and one dark blue.

The patterns carved on the blades of the twin knives are very different, and the turquoise ghost head knife is a superb view of hell where thousands of ghosts wail, and the faces of the ghosts are so vivid that they are about to come out, which can make the viewer's heart split. On the dark blue ghost head knife, there are auspicious clouds, as if above the blue sky, the top of the firmament, which makes people fascinated.

When the two ghost-headed knives with different colors and diametrically opposed artistic conceptions appear together, they are so harmonious, without the slightest sense of disobedience.

From the top to the Yellow Spring, a pair of names that are incompatible but echo each other are perfect for these two knives.

Which handle is Huangquan and which handle is Biluo, you can distinguish it clearly by the pattern on the knife alone.

Rashaku fell rapidly from mid-air, like a tiger pounced on its prey. The two ghost head knives went straight to the Baihui acupoint on the top of Li Yinmeng's head,

Leave no room for error.

At this moment, Luo Sha injected nearly ninety percent of the power into the two ghost-headed knives, and the surging spiritual power made the two knives immediately shine, and two flames of completely different colors ignited at the blades.

The yellow spring is as green as phosphorus and phosphorus, and the blue is like a blazing fire.

The two flames condensed the purest demon spiritual power, and had the terrifying ability to incinerate the primordial gods, and anyone who came into contact with such flames would end up in ashes in a short time.

"Death!"

Accompanied by Luo Sha's hysterical voice, Huang Quan and Biluo's blades slashed towards Li Yinmeng's head.

Seeing that the blue and green Soul Burning Demon Flame was about to ignite Li Yinmeng's beautiful and flowing long black hair, she herself did not show a trace of panic, and was still as calm as ever.

In the face of Luo Sha's almost desperate killing moves, Li Yinmeng did not dodge or dodge, and his right hand clutched the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he actually chose to fight head-on.

In the moment before the flames burned his body, the long sword in Li Yinmeng's hand was unsheathed.

"The Second Kind of Years [Wounded Years]"

The danger was imminent, and Li Yinmeng could no longer fully describe the name of the move, but her colorful eyes were full of confidence.

The spiritual power in the two flames was completely saturated, allowing Li Yinmeng to completely see through the depth of Luo Sha's cultivation. At this moment, she could already conclude that the final victory in this battle would be her side.

The years are shadowless, and the years are ruthless.

Shaohua died of injury, and his life was lost.

In the rolling red dust, every tragic scene has been recorded in history, war, epidemic, hatred and madness, no matter what brings devastation. Selfish souls emerge endlessly in the world, gradually destroying the purest line of human nature. People have begun to forget the bottom line and guidelines that must be kept in mind, and for the sake of their own selfish interests, they have done anything that hurts nature and reason very calmly.

Fame and fortune are not more than a hundred years. Compared with the vast galaxy, the world is just a speck of dust, and what is it in the long years of this vast flood experience?

Is it worth the momentary self, the short-term enjoyment, and the eternal pain that it brings to others?

Is it bitter to ask for it, but is it joy to ask for it?

There are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't want it.

There is never a perfect life, and there is no need to look for those ethereal wind and snow. Pursuit can complete the sublimation of oneself and reap the benefits of the future, but it must not become an obstacle for others.

The sad years are the wailing of nature and the torture from the depths of the soul.

Any creature that has lost its true nature cannot escape the judgment of this wisp of sword intent.

"My cultivation may not be above him, but it is very similar. But this kind of wounded years is aimed at the sword intent of the divine sense, and he, with his huge ambition, has fallen into my trap. Unless his heart is as solid as a rock, he will be in a state of confusion and cut off his meridians. Li Yinmeng thought secretly.

This style of sword move is invisible, and he can't even feel any fluctuation of sword qi, and Li Yinmeng's action of drawing his sword just now appeared

It seems like a gimmick.

However, the seemingly mediocre sword move set off an unprecedented huge wave in Luo Sha's heart lake.

From the moment he felt the sword intent coming, scenes played out in front of his eyes. It was a microcosm of his memories, all the acts of hurting others in his life were listed in front of him, and each one was so clear that it was like yesterday.

It was only at this moment that Luo Sha realized that these pasts, which he thought he had forgotten completely, were so deeply ingrained in his mind that they had never disappeared for a moment. The faces of those people, like lingering nightmares, completely disturbed Rasha's state of mind.

"Why did you come to me? You deserve to die, I never owe you anything. ”

Although the consciousness is still quibbling, the nature is extremely honest, and the guilt turns into fear, tormenting the gradually fragile spirit of Rasha. The faces of the deceased in front of him slowly became hideous, like a terrible ghost who came to collect debts, giving Luo Sha's heart the last slam.

"Don't come any closer, I promise you, I will bring you back to life. The demons have the secret art of the living dead, flesh and bones, I'll help you find it, you believe me, believe me..."

The two flames above the tips of the twin blades suddenly extinguished in unison, and the originally blazing blue and green brilliance on the blades also dimmed, which was obviously a sign of the decline of spiritual power.

Rakshale fell from mid-air and fell to his knees on the sand in embarrassment, his burly body causing the sand to sink into a hole more than two feet wide.

Until the moment he landed, he was muttering that prayer over and over again.

"Trust me, trust me..."

Li Yinmeng stared at Luo Sha, who had lost the strength to fight again, his eyes were like glaciers, and the chill was awe-inspiring.

"Unfortunately, no one will believe you anymore. ”

Seeing that Luo Sha was injured and fell down after only one move with Li Yinmeng, it seemed that he had completely lost his ability to move, and the soldiers of the Black Mist Army did not lose their morale like ordinary Terran soldiers, and fled in a hurry. Instead, he removed the water-avoiding barrier and rushed up, trying to rescue the troubled Rasha.

Hundreds of thousands of demon elites rushed towards the beach in unison, and the indescribable momentum shocked many Shangwutang disciples to the ground. No one would have thought that these soldiers would still be united after seeing their commander defeated.

"He is worthy of being the most elite warrior of the Demon Race, and this kind of discipline and decisiveness is by no means comparable to any army of our Terran race. Ye Yixing felt the indomitable momentum of the Black Mist Army, and looked back at the uneasy and cowering appearance of the disciples of Shangwu Hall, and couldn't help but sigh at this gap.

Qi Yunxiao was obviously dissatisfied with the performance of the disciples, his face suddenly became serious, and he shouted: "The enemy army has arrived, and the disciples obey the order and charge into battle with me." If anyone escapes from the battle, they will be beheaded regardless of the reason. ”

Hearing such a resolute order from the master, the hearts of all the disciples were like being bombarded with a heavy hammer, and they really understood the cruelty of the battlefield at this moment, and it can be said that there was no turning back from the bow, which was at the critical juncture that determined the survival of Penglai

Head, as the disciples of Shangwutang, a sect that has guarded Penglai for more than 600 years, they have no choice but to fight with their lives.

The soldiers of the Black Mist Army moved extremely quickly, and in a short time they rushed in front of everyone, and surrounded the kneeling Luo Sha heavily to act as a cover.

Ye Yixing shouted to Qi Yunxiao, who was about to lead his disciples to the front at this time: "The head doesn't have to be impulsive, I will wait for the four of us to resist first, you lead the disciples to supervise the formation in the rear, if we can't support it, it's not too late to support." ”

Qi Yunxiao shook his hand and said, "No, the enemy is a thousand troops, so it's up to the four of you how to deal with it?"

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Phantom Dream" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~